Tomorrow my baby is starting preschool. Six months earlier than planned. About a year earlier than Lil-lil. The thought hadn't entered my head, but mums at preschool asked if she was starting. Then Skip suggested it. When I took a good look at her, I knew it was time.
She's just so ready. So eager. So independent. She wants to stay every time we drop Lil-lil off. She wants mates. She wants to learn. She wants to be like her big sister.
Goose does a dance class in the scout hall behind our house. It was something to give her a bit of fun and activity while Lil's at preschool. She's so confident and ready to learn she follows every instruction to the letter. While the other kids are hiding in their mothers' skirts, Goose is front and centre ready to get on with it. The teacher put her up to the 4 year old class, I was worried she might be too little, just turned 3, but she's not bothered. Still front and centre. Right next to the teacher. Ready to jump in and take over teaching the class if the teacher moves away for a second.
Walking out that preschool door will be hard tomorrow. I know she's ready to go. I don't know if I'm ready to let her.